She grits her teeth
mouth-ful of sharp sand
muscle solid heft against dead-weight of effort
Resolute
corrugated brow,
traces of bitter sweat
squinting ahead
impossible to see beyond or through the dense grey hugeness
massive concretion of rock
hard to guage distances ahead
Onwards
Upwards
Inch by tortuous inch
Neck, back, body taut and straining, shouldering the boulder
knotted in spasm
She finds brief respite in fantasies of weightlessness
of flight and freedom
hollow bones, feathery wings, soaring in clear blue sky
swift silvery fish gliding cool in silky water
Could she simply step aside, leave the boulder crashing down alone?
Would she be crushed in its path, left damaged incomplete?
Should they ever reach the top, then what?
how would it be?
Views from a summit, at rest.
slack, relaxed, gazing at distant horizons?
a stable place to lean her back? safe refuge?
Some are crushed by rocks
Some build on them
5 comments:
Hey, hey Lettuce. What's all this then? Why Sisyphus? This is a bit scary. Life is not futile. I always associate Sisyphus with people contemplating suicide. Too much Camus I guess.
What's the matter? Are you OK?
No its okay, not scary.
It all seems like such very hard work sometimes.
But I'm not the suicidal type anyway. I'll be ok.
I think you're stronger than to be crushed by the rocks lettuce. You've been through some tough shit by the sounds of it but I know you'll come through it stronger than ever. You have great friends to lean on don't forget :-)
Yeah, Dons is right.
I'm glad you're not suicidal anyway. You had me a bit worried.
I know it's hard work. I do really. Email me sometime when you have time.
Enjoy yourself with Rambling tomorrow.
First let me say, thank you for takeing the time to leave a comment on my blog. I don't do TV, or radio, they cause me to much stress, blogging is my link. You have two delightful blogs, thank you for shareing a peek into your life.
Who am I, but watch you salt intake, and have you used aloe vera juice?
My friend Sisyphus calls, the dishes need doing again...
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